Rest easy mom, the bikes are gone...

Empty nest indeed.
My mom always worries about me having motorcycles because they are dangerous.
She worries about me drag racing, road raging, 130 MPH straightaways with hard braking in corners at ridiculous speeds and passing in non passing zones and  splitting lanes in traffic. I don't blame her, sometimes I don't know why i'm still alive.
So mom, you can rest easy now, I'v sold the motorcycle.
With the need in my life for toys that make my mom nervous, I didn't last long before replacing the bike with a little slower vehicle.
We bought a boat.
Not a speed boat, nothing too fast, nothing too scary.
We bought a fishing boat, an Aquasport 175 Osprey with a 90 HP Johnson. It tops out at 40MPH.
More sedated than the breakneck speeds of Harley Davidson powered Buell motorcycles.
We live on an 8 square mile island with thousands of miles of reef around us.  It just makes sense that we take advantage of the bounty of the ocean.
Fishing for permit, snapper, grouper, and cobia and deeper water fish like tuna and mahi-mahi.
Spearfishing too. That's the only way to catch tasty hogfish.
So mom, rest assured that were not driving fast and taking as many chances.
All you have to worry about now is sneaky storms, getting lost, running aground, sharks, and mild cases of drowning...
Dont worry mom,  we have life jackets.
Lets hope we dont have to use 'em!